It Wasn't Until He Pissed On His Pants

It wasn’t until he pissed on his pants.

He was so ready to talk about the story 'in which the creature will be animated'. He had kept his mind as clear as possible as he had overcome peer pressure by saying no to those who tried offering him wine that looked really good. He looked into the mirror positioned above the ceiling and was ready to be showered with praises and admiration from his peers when he is going to talk about the story 'in which the creature will be animated'.

He looked into the crowd and was waiting for his peers to finish their discussion on the best sushi in town. He bit his nails and decided to let the story 'in which the creature will be animated' to ran through his brain one last time before he tosses it to the crowd. He waited and waited as the best sushi in town was yet to be decided. He would have had chewed his nails away if he hadn’t noticed that they were serving green tea at the back of the kitchen.

He drank a full pot of green tea while he was waiting for the best sushi in town to be decided. To be more precise, he had also two pieces of Oreo cookies while he waited. He could have had more, but he didn’t. Why? We must admit that it is not our best interest to know.

What had possessed him had to be de-possessed. It was until he pissed on the pants that he wished he could have wore it more often, he quietly sat on the couch at the backyard, waiting for the wind to bring him to the never-land. Still he swore. Never again will he try standing when he pisses.